CHAPTER 117: CHAPTER 0117: A SWORD THROUGH THE THROAT_1

Yagyu Ichiken opened his eyes, stood up, and said with disdain, "So, you’re the ’more formidable expert’ of this martial arts hall. My apologies."

His words were nothing but naked mockery, a blatant slap in the face.

Anyone could see that Tian Bingbing, having only reached the Late Qi-Training Stage, was far inferior to Tian Guangjin. She wasn’t even as strong as several of the coaches.

"Cut the crap. Draw your sword," Tian Bingbing said coldly.

CLANG! Yagyu Ichiken drew his sword and sneered, "Since you overestimate your own abilities, I’ll sever your meridians. You’ll be a cripple in a wheelchair for the rest of your life."

Everyone was so filled with anger and frustration they were on the brink of madness. Some students covered their faces, but tears still streamed through their fingers. Many of the male students nearly ground their teeth to dust, bitter over their own weakness. They lacked the strength to defeat Yagyu Ichiken and didn’t dare to step forward.

Tears streamed down Tian Guangjin’s face, his heart twisting in anguish. He hated himself for being too weak, for being defeated by Yagyu Ichiken. He also resented Zhang Bin for his heartlessness. By refusing to help, he had forced Bingbing down this dead-end path. If she really was crippled because of this, what would they do?

Tian Bingbing, however, remained unaffected. She had already staked everything. She was ready to die in combat, so what was the mere threat of being disabled?

The two stood facing each other, swords raised.

My sword is not as fast as his. I can only trade blow for blow. If he stabs at my throat, I’ll stab his heart. If he aims for my heart, I’ll pierce his throat... Tian Bingbing calculated internally.

"Kill!"

Almost simultaneously, they both shouted and lunged forward. Their swords burst forth with a dazzling, cold light, aimed at each other’s vital points.

Tian Bingbing made no move to dodge. Yagyu Ichiken, for his part, didn’t bother to defend himself. He was one hundred percent confident he could cripple Tian Bingbing before her sword ever reached him, so why would he need a defense?

SWISH...

The swords were like lightning.

Yagyu Ichiken’s sword stabbed toward Tian Bingbing’s right shoulder.

But Tian Bingbing’s sword was aimed at his throat.

"Ah...!"

A ghastly scream rang out.

But it wasn’t Tian Bingbing who screamed. It was Yagyu Ichiken.

His sword hadn’t even reached her when her blade pierced his throat.

The sharp tip of her sword protruded from the back of his neck, blood spurting out.

Yagyu Ichiken felt all strength drain from his body. His sword fell with a clang, and he slowly collapsed, his mouth agape as he uttered in terror, "How is this possible?!"

Tian Bingbing stood frozen, completely stunned.

All the students and coaches of Longyin Martial Arts Hall, including Tian Guangjin, stood dumbfounded, their faces masks of shock and disbelief.

Oh my god, Tian Bingbing’s sword speed was terrifying. She had defeated and killed Yagyu Ichiken with a single thrust.

As it turned out, the most formidable expert of Longyin Martial Arts Hall wasn’t a coach, nor was it the hall master. It was Tian Bingbing!

"CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!" Zhang Bin strode inside, clapping his hands. "What a fast sword," he said.

He had started driving over the moment he got off the phone with Tian Bingbing.

He might no longer be the head coach of Longyin Martial Arts Hall, and Bingbing’s misunderstanding of him hadn’t been cleared up, but he still held deep affection for the place. He was grateful to Tian Guangjin and Tian Bingbing. It was because of them that he had met Ma Rufei and later became good brothers with men like Zhao Dawei, Qian Bing, and Sun Tie.

Therefore, if Tian Bingbing were defeated, he absolutely could not stand idly by.

Nevertheless, no one paid him any attention, acting as if he didn’t exist.

Zhang Bin didn’t get angry. He rushed forward, plunged a needle into Yagyu Ichiken’s throat, and began infusing Longevity Qi to repair the wound. At the same time, his left hand rapidly struck pressure points to slow the bleeding.

He wasn’t moved by pity for the Japanese man; he was worried Tian Bingbing would be psychologically scarred. After all, taking a human life is a heavy burden for anyone, especially a young woman. Besides, killing someone in a duel, especially a Japanese national, was a huge problem. It would undoubtedly attract an endless stream of Japanese masters seeking to challenge the hall.

However, if Yagyu Ichiken was saved, there would be no trouble at all.

All the students and coaches stared at Zhang Bin as if he were a fool. Could someone with a pierced throat really be saved?

Only Tian Bingbing remained standing there like a wooden statue, her face filled with confusion and bewilderment. Naturally, she paid no attention to Zhang Bin.

Zhang Bin worked with all his might. In just a dozen breaths, he had completely healed Yagyu Ichiken’s wound.

Yagyu Ichiken actually got up, touched his unscarred throat, and said gratefully, "Thank you, Divine Doctor, for saving me. Your medical skill is unparalleled in this world."

Shock was written all over the faces of the students and coaches. Even Tian Bingbing stared at Yagyu Ichiken’s unscarred throat in astonishment, as if she were seeing a ghost.

"The medical fee is ten million," Zhang Bin said coldly.

Holy crap, ten million! Fucking unbelievable! Is there a faster way to make money than this? all the students and coaches screamed internally.

"Ten million for a life is not expensive."

After saying this, Yagyu Ichiken asked for Zhang Bin’s account number and transferred the ten million on the spot using his phone. He even continued to chat enthusiastically with Zhang Bin, trying to invite him to work in Japan.

"Throw him out," Zhang Bin said impatiently.

Despite their reservations about Zhang Bin, the students and coaches roared in agreement and threw Yagyu Ichiken out.

Zhang Bin walked over to Tian Guangjin and said softly, "Hall Master, let me treat you."

"I don’t have ten million," Tian Guangjin said coldly. He harbored great resentment toward Zhang Bin. Zhang Bin’s refusal to help had forced Tian Bingbing to fight. Even though she had won, it was only by heaven’s grace that she had unleashed such terrifying sword speed. Otherwise, her fate would have been miserable.

"I won’t charge you a cent," Zhang Bin said with a smile. "It’s nothing."

However, to Zhang Bin’s embarrassment, Tian Guangjin flatly refused. "Don’t bother."

Zhang Bin had no choice but to turn to treat Coach Wang, who didn’t refuse. Zhang Bin inserted a Pine Needle, and in just a dozen breaths, Coach Wang’s sword wound was healed.

"Zhang Bin, your medical skills are truly miraculous. I’m in absolute awe," Coach Wang said. "As for your character, however, I feel nothing but contempt."

"Zhang Bin, you aren’t welcome here. You should leave," a male student said coldly. He had a secret crush on Tian Bingbing and had grown to hate Zhang Bin after seeing her plead with him, only to be refused.

"You can go now," more students echoed, their faces filled with disdain.

"I’ll leave right now," Zhang Bin replied indifferently. He then walked back to Tian Guangjin, suddenly sealed his acupoints, and began treating him by force.

Tian Guangjin was seething with rage. He was unwilling to be indebted to Zhang Bin. But with his acupoints sealed, he couldn’t speak or move. He could only watch helplessly as Zhang Bin worked. The other students and coaches didn’t stop him either; after all, they also wanted Tian Guangjin’s injuries to heal quickly.

In just a dozen breaths, Zhang Bin had healed Tian Guangjin’s wounds.

Zhang Bin withdrew the Pine Needle and departed without another word.

He felt he had done all he could, that his debt was paid. His relationship with this family, and with Longyin Martial Arts Hall, had come to a close.

But he was still happy. After all, he had just made ten million